The Panther

It took only five minutes or so of deep penetrating thrusts before Helen surrendered to a shivering, whimpering climax. I grabbed her buttocks and kept her pulsating pussy speared on my cock until the last of her lustful tremors subsided. Without disengaging I moved us both in the side-on position. Resting on my elbow I could look at her voluptuously stretched-back body, her excitement-flushed face and her eyes closed in a post-coital swoon. I stroked over her face and then, with the lightest of touch drew my fingers down her body, across her breasts, her belly, brushing over her pubes. She shivered under my caresses, and my cock was gripped and gripped again by her vital muscles.

Breaking the silence, I told her how beautiful she was and how much I loved to look at her, naked, spread-out like this. I had to test and, hopefully, breach with Helen another possible barrier. I said: -

"Helen, I love it that you come so quickly with me but this was only a little one. I am greedy. I want so much more of you, make you come again and again. Are you already satisfied? Don't you want us to fuck until we both drown in a total surrender?"

This time she could find no words and left it to her body to answer. Eyes closed, she threw back her head, lips half-opened as if ready to sing. Her body arched she pushed her breasts into my caressing hands. Her ass lifted just slightly off the carpet to allow her pelvis to grind and tempt me to continue with the wantonness I had promised. I felt like screaming out my joy. Putting one of Helen's legs in the crook of my arm I raised it high. She was wide open now to be fucked and touched and looked at. And she kept every unspoken promise, crying out her - "Yes!", "Yes!", "God, yes!"

She raised her head to look down at our groins, gasping as I drew my gleaming wet cock almost out of her pussy, to sink it then in to the hilt, repeating it, sinuously, teasingly, slowly, time and time again. I wanted it to be the ultimate, sensuous fuck for her. She licked and drew in and bit her lips in excitement. I asked: -- "Do you like what you see?" She moaned her answer and threw back her head. Soon she welcomed each deep thrust with a cry, so I asked: -- "Your cry? -- Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop?" She almost screamed her garbled reply: -- "No! No, Ben!" .... "Fuck me! Don't stop!" .... "Please! Fuck me! .... Hard!!", and her hips and pelvis met each of my cock's deep thrusts with a quivering counter.

My free hand had mostly made love to her shapely breasts. It had teased and pinched and twirled her smallish, pink nipples into an excited, glistening state. Now I moved the hand up to her face and my fingers found her lips. They opened, and she sucked them in. I whispered a warning: -

"You are a naughty woman. I think you know where sucked fingers must go. Take them! Show me how it loves to be played with. I want to learn everything about your sweet naughty clit."

After vigorously sucking and wetting my fingers, she took them down, buried them in the secrets of her bush. She made sure the favoured finger found its target. With each trust of my cock and every tease and twirl of finger over her clit her cries got shriller. Her climax gripped her suddenly, shaking her into lengthy, repeated spasms. Her body arched and twisted as she screamed out her orgiastic relief. Her wild, unrestrained, glorious coming made me come with a burst.

In close embrace we rested for quite a while before we had fully recovered. Helen stirred first, snuggling her face into my neck. Her whisper had still the throaty excitation of what we had shared: -

"Ben, I just knew you were the one to open my cage. I've never been loved like that, fucked like that, excited like that before!"

Pleased and flattered and embarrassed I came up with a flippant reply: -

"Helen, darling, it was all you. With me it was only beginner's luck. It can only get better."

Her "Wow!" and happy laughter proved that she liked the prospect.

She left me to go to the toilet. On returning she stopped in the doorway, still temptingly nude, and asked if I wanted a shower. I laughed: - "If you mean with you: Always!". "I hoped for this answer.", was her laughing reply.

When we stood close together under the shower, I told her that I had form with sexy women in baths and showers. She had now confirmed that she was my type of women. I gave her the soap to wash me first and told her to show me how she liked to be washed. She was thorough. When she was done, she looked down admiring at my developing erection. She giggled and asked: -

"You must really be starving. When did you have your last good sex?"

"Oh, twenty minutes ago." - I truthfully replied. I suspected, however, married as Helen was, that she meant with my wife. For the time being I let this matter rest. Then I soaped her in, putting her in a state of blissful contemplation as my soapy hands lovingly washed all her body and at length all of her hidden crannies. The wash, finishing with us in the closest of embraces under the cascading water, had left her, I was sure, in a similar state of arousal that she had managed to inflict on me.

Once we had towelled each other off to a warm glow, Helen asked if I wanted something to eat. She slapped my bottom when I leered at her and asked: -- "What is on offer?". Then she skipped off to the living-room. I followed. She had already slipped into the pants of her suit. Reaching for the top and pulling it down over her head her muffled voice told me to get dressed. I asked: -- "Fully"? Shaking out her hair she grinned: -- "Just enough not to distract the sandwich-maker".

We went to the kitchen. Helen turned immediately to her task of preparing for us a plate of German-style Appetitbrote whilst I, before sitting down at an assigned place checked the drink-situation. The fridge was well stocked, so I asked. Helen laughed: Without turning from her task, she said: -

"I didn't know what to buy. Was it going to be a soft-drink, beer, wine, Schnapps-idea occasion with us? I hoped .... now I know! We made it a Champagne one! Didn't we?"

We eventually sat-down. Facing each other across the kitchen-table we toasted each other and, as Helen's blush and shining eyes made clear, the morning we had spent. We were both hungry and enjoyed the sandwiches, but Helen also hungered to talk.

To help her break the awkward silence, I told her, as a joke, what the first questions are that Austrian lovers asked after their first fuck. He always asks -- "Did you come?", and she asks -- "What do you think of me now?"

Helen smiled, but it was not a happy one. Thinking for a few, long seconds she raised her glass inviting me to clink for a toast. Then, facing me with a challenging look and even voice she said: -

"You are lucky, Ben. You don't need to ask yours. And my question, I won't ask."

She hesitated and looked down before she continued: --

"... but there are things I want to tell you now that we have .... became lovers. We did become lovers, didn't we?"

I reached across the table for both her hands and asked her to trust me. I assured her that there was nothing that between us needed to be hidden, or justified, or excused. We had made the most honest beginning that could be made. When I released her hands, she let them rest for a while to show me she was not withdrawing from me, before she leant back. She looked at me, smiled shyly, and began to talk: -

"Ben, there are things I have thought and done lately that are strange and, I don't know if you can believe me, are new to me. I threw myself at you last week after class. I felt so naked while I waited to catch you alone, with my need to expose myself to you. I never imagined I could do something like that. You then made it easy for me in the car. You showed me that you wanted me as I wanted you: To make love, yes, to fuck. This morning you came, wanted me naked, loved me on the floor; the way I had imagined, longed for, was ready for. I loved it. I want you to want me like that. No holding back! It's as simple as that and you knew it from the beginning. But telling you about my life will be hard."

Helen shook her head in frustration. It was difficult for her to gather the right words and tone to talk about her past, present and herself in relation to our sexual involvement. She so wished that I would understand what had brought us together.

Beginning with her family Helen described her parents as caring and her childhood as trouble-free. Being bright, she went to a selective grammar-school. On completing her O-Levels she left and started in a clerical job at a local firm. Like her girl-friends, she had from her teenage-years on, a number of boyfriends. She did not, at that stage, share their sexual fantasies. Whilst their clumsy groping did not put her off sex, it did not make sex particularly interesting or attractive either. She lost her virginity at twenty, at a house-party. After getting more than slightly drunk, a young colleague from work, whom she had quite liked, took her to the back of the garden. What happened, Helen described in a matter-of-fact way thus: - "He pushed me against the back-fence, bent me over, and fucked me".

Helen said this with a smile; I sensed she was relieved to have found the right voice to tell her story. She continued by assuring me that it caused her no trauma. She just quit her job to get away from the fellow that had relieved her of her virginity. She left home and found a job in Bristol, at a shipping-firm.

Over the next nine years she had several short-time male friends. With one she shared a flat for eighteen months before they separated. Helen shrugged her shoulder dismissively as she summed up her amorous experiences: -

"I didn't dislike sex and, I suppose, I didn't play hard to get either. I was just unlucky in attracting the wrong guys and, perhaps, too inhibited in saying 'No, Thanks' to the ones that didn't turn me on. When it came to sex, they were either embarrassed fumblers, or they played the tough male for whom a fuck was something one ticked off on a score-sheet before one returned to ones' mates to boast. They probably thought I was frigid. Not one of those boys could bring me close to the nice little orgasms I had, by then, learned to give myself."

This part of the confession made her grin. She remembered that I had known what naughty her was going to do with my sucked fingers earlier on the floor.

Then, serious once more, she continued her story. Working for a shipping-line she had good contacts with travel agencies. One winter, one of them offered her a very attractive skiing-holiday in a Bavarian resort. She went. In her hotel she met Jurgen. Helen smiled as she remembered: -

"Jurgen was the most attractive man among the guests. He was German, always well dressed, polite, spoke perfect English and, I am ready to admit that it multiplied his attraction, was obviously well off. He was polite to all but paid no special attention to me, nor to any of the other snow-bunnies in our learner group. I, instead of lusting after one of the bronzed ski-instructors, decided to seduce Jurgen.

It was slow work. On the second last day of my holiday I finally persuaded him to go to bed with me. We had two nights together. He was a sweet and gentle lover. We made love most delicately once each night. I, being how I was, was not carried away by our sex. But I still gave Jurgen my address. He promised to write. He worked for a company that had assigned him to a branch-office in South Africa and he was leaving for his posting next week. Although we seemed to like each other, I had no great hopes that I had really seduced him. In bed he seemed to be only mildly interested in me."

Helen was, for a few seconds or so, either lost in thought or weighing up whether she should tell me more. Her disclosures had, after all, reached now her partner in marriage. Was revealing even some things about their partnership a betrayal, an indiscretion, in bad taste? But she decided to continue with her story.

On arriving in Johannesburg, Jurgen wrote immediately. She replied and it started a rapid exchange of letters between them. As often is the case, the feelings they began to put into words far exceeded what their two nights together had promised. Within six months, Jurgen proposed marriage. He invited her to come to South Africa for a visit to make up her mind. Helen was turning thirty; Jurgen was an attractive, well-established man, a real marriage prospect. So, she resigned from her job and left for Johannesburg on a one-way ticket. She had decided to marry him.

Since then they had lived for two years in Johannesburg, then Jurgen's promotion transferred them for four years to Bangkok, and after that to Melbourne. The ultimate move they expected to come soon: His promotion back to head-office in Germany.

In the twelve years of their marriage, practically all their friends and close social acquaintances had been German business-men and their families, like them in temporary, business-related exile away from home. Yes, Helen admitted with a dismissive shrug, she had, at parties, been occasional propositioned and furtively groped by other men. But she loved Jurgen; he was a good man. She would not expose him to the inevitable gossip about her promiscuity in their closed circle of business-colleagues and acquaintances. She had been faithful; been with no other man for all the years of her marriage.

Helen stopped. She stretched back in her chair crossing her arms behind her head. It made her breasts contour beautifully against the soft cloth of her top. She looked at me across the table. She knew that I knew that there was more to be told. It could wait. There was laughter in her eyes when she calmly summed up: -

"I've been a faithful wife. Until this week. I'll blame your reading of poetry. Don't feel guilty, I'm not sorry that it happened!"

Helen stood up to step behind me. She leant forward and as I turned my face, her hand pressed it gently against her breasts. I drew in her smell. She held me for long seconds before she said: --

"Can I tempt you again? This time back to bed?"

Helen was so certain of my answer that she just walked away, through the living room into the hallway and then the master-bedroom. I quickly followed. She stood there looking down on the bed. She shook her head: -

"I didn't think it would come to this. That I would want to get into this bed with you. I didn't change the sheets! I made us make-love on the carpet."

I burst out laughing at her funny and so sexy outburst and forced confession. I just had to tell her: -

"Stop worrying. I'd make love to you anywhere. I'd fuck you on the bed, chair, table, stairs, carpet, grass, ant-heap, even against a back-fence if you are game and willing. Besides, after today these sheets will really need a wash."

She shouted - "Boaster" and pushed me onto the bed. Telling me the panther was out of the cage, she stripped me of shirt, pants and boxers. I told her I loved her emerging stripping-mania but she had still to learn how to properly strip herself. In her rush to get naked she was still only an apprentice-stripper.

She stood back from the bed to put a finger to her lips: A statue deep in thought, before she sinuously started to sway her hips. Turning slowly, she eased herself out of her top, holding it for long seconds on her stretched-up hands. Her beautiful orbs with their pink button nipples as she swayed and looked down on my growing erection, were already irresistibly seductive. But then she turned, undid the clasp and inch by imperial inch allowed her pants to slide down her long legs. Bending forward, she turned, offering me a long lusting leer at her voluptuously sexy buttocks and the fleshy cleft showing between her thighs.

It was a bravely uninhibited, lust-charged display. Stepping out of her pants crumbled on the floor she threw herself on the bed. She crawled over me and took possession of my cock before I could pull her in my arms. She gripped it hard and gave me a wet, invading kiss, then threw back her head in triumph to shout: -

"My God, it works, I'm learning! I love what naughty stripping does to your beautiful cock: I love being naughty! Next time I'll make sure I'll have more to take off. You love watching me like that, don't you? God, it makes you big and hard and so quick. It tells me how much you want me. Tell me, how much you want to kiss me, touch me, fuck me! And I'll tell you how much I want to be kissed and touched and fingered and fucked. By you! Only you! And all our exciting dirty talking. I love it! I'll go crazy!"

What an opening, what an opportunity! Helen was willing me to abandon all restraints in what I said and did to her. The greatest turn-on was, to the nerd in me, that she was so sensually responsive to language! I have always loved this in women. Her whole body responded to the seductive power of 'dirty' words spoken to her, and to the ones she allowed herself to moan, whisper and shout. She still had not released my cock. When I moved over her, she spread her legs and tried to guide it quickly into her cunt, urging me on with a grunted -- "Now fuck me again! I want you!"

I resisted the urging of her hand and her pelvic thrusts. Taking both her wrists I pinned them down over her head and started to kiss her mouth, her face, her neck and whispering, in staccato-bursts of laboured breathing into her ear what her strip-tease had done to me. That I wanted her now not only to show me, but to give me every lovely inch of her body. I wanted her tits, her beautiful, sexy ass and, most of all, her so well-fucked pussy and spoiled clit. I knew it would be wet-hot greedy with wanting more! Helen panted after each of my lusting demands a breathless - "Yes".

I started to kiss my way down her neck, her shoulder to her breasts, leisurely sucking and teasing and nibbling her nipple till it protruded button-hard, then changing over to the other breast. While my mouth was on one, one of my hands caressed and moulded the other of Helen's beautiful tits. Her hands were on my head and pressed me down on her willing flesh and her moans and little cries and the perkiness of her nipples were proof she was being pleasured.

Gradually, however, her hands on my head started to push me lower. My lips, with sucking little kisses marked their way down her sides and then over the softness of her belly. When my tongue dived in and twirled in her navel, Helen gasped in surprise but then, gently but firmly she pushed, wanting my tongue lower still. She could not see my smile as my lips began to move temptingly along the edge of her triangle.

When my mouth began to hover over her bush, just touching the tips of her hair which my laboured breath parted slightly, Helen's hands jerked up to her mouth to stifle a welling-up cry. My hand on her buttock felt the contractions of muscles as she fought, I believed, the urge to press her pubes and all against my just lingering lips. For now, I held back. I just wanted to savour her exciting smell of arousal. Then I moved up to wrap her again into a loving embrace. When we kissed, there was a quivering probing in her tongue and a questioning excitement in her murmurs about why on earth I had stopped.

I asked her to turn over on her belly. With my cock far from being at rest on Hellen's lovely bottom, I continued whispering in her ear what her strip-tease, her showing off her tits and ass had already done to me. And then, bending over and flashing, showing me the glistening pink between her lust-swollen pussy-lips! Making me hot for her like this was dangerous. I would not just look. I would ravish her and this time from behind. It was her fault: She was a naughty temptress!

Then I started a new seduction: Kneeling next to Helen's stretched out, waiting body, I went kiss by tasting kiss down her side, over a twitching buttock to cross over to kiss my way up the other side. Pushing aside her hair to kiss her long all over her neck, I began to seriously seduce her ass. Its muscles started to twitch in the grip of my hands as if talking back. Bending over her stretched out body, I drew my tongue slowly and repeatedly down and up her spine. Every time it closed in on her cleft, Helen moaned loudly and her buttocks shivered and pressed together, either in protest or in expectation. I left her not long in suspense. I nipped my way, none to gently, over her twitching buttocks, before wandering with more teasing, gentle kisses down one thigh into the bend of her knee. For her and me there was new ground to explore.